Dear Aubrey
(danbrey fic for @tazsapphicweek ! this has been so fun. I'll put it on AO3 if anyone wants, but idk how collections work. also the prompt was technically "home" but I've done like three based on that prompt so...)
Dear Aubrey,
Do you know how many casserole dishes I’ve washed for the privilege of control over the TV? Jake said that if I keep putting on Supernatural I’ll owe him three bags of the fancy squid chips he likes just for his suffering.
That’s not it.
Dear Aubrey,
I’ve been watching Supernatural. You were right, it’s pretty good.
Dammit.
No.
Dear Aubrey,
They didn’t have TV shows in Sylvain. You know that. You’ve been there. But of the three that I’ve encountered so far, Supernatural seems pretty good. Definitely better than streaming old episodes of America's Test Kitchen, which is all Barclay wants to watch.
FUCK.
Dear Aubrey,
Do you know how many perfectly good sketchbook pages I’ve spent, trying to draft a proper letter to you?
I know you’re not, like. Living far away. You’re going to be back in a few hours, actually, probably, unless you’re killed, but I don’t think you will be, and then you’ll eat something terrible for you and pass out like, two floors above me.
Maybe I could pass this to you through the vents.
Did you know that passing notes between bunk beds is common to both our worlds? Sometimes I imagine you’re in the bunk above me, and we could just, talk. In the darkness. About everything.
The truth is, I’ve got a lot to say. But you’re not here, so I’m writing it down. In my sketchbook. I really should buy a notebook or something.
Goddamnit.
I could’ve sketched so many cedar branches on this.
Dear Aubrey,
This is going to sound insane, but you smell like home. A little smoky, a little like flash-paper, but there’s also this strong ginger smell. That part is familiar. It’s orange and spicy and makes my teeth flinch in their illusion.
When you walked by the other day it felt like every spark of heat in my body rushed towards you, like there’s a current between us. What do you guys call it, bird bumps?
For a moment, I was just, frozen. And then you looked over my shoulder at the vase of flowers I was drawing and said something like, “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” And you joked that I could make hundreds of dollars online if I drew Deacon Winchester. Your hand brushed my shoulder, and all the warmth came back, just like that.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
Well, I have. You know about the crystal, right? It felt kind of like touching that.
God, Dani. Don’t bring that into this.
Dear Aubrey,
I’ve spent so long trying not to stand out.
I can have my identity, so long as it's quiet enough that no one looks too closely.
I can doodle on the cover of my sketchbook. I can be the quirky alt girl who doesn’t have her license at the age of… what age do I tell people. I don’t even remember. I can stare into the mirror, smiling at the freckles that show up on my nose, and people will forgive me for not wearing makeup, but they can’t see my skin when it glows, they can’t see my teeth.
They must never see my teeth.
You, on the other hand. Your flashy gestures, your vibrant hair, your jacket that you can barely see under all the pins. When you walk, they clink, alerting people (people whose skin didn’t tingle the moment you arrived, people who are not me) that you’re here. You’ve got an identity strong and colorful enough to be armor. You wear your teeth on the outside.
I want to know what’s under all that. Not to be- nevermind.
I want to know what it’s all protecting.
Or maybe, it’s protecting us.
Dear Aubrey,
I miss Sylvain a lot.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of missing your former planet. It’s like an ache, but sharper. It’s hard, and scratchy, and it eats a cavern inside of me. It’s empty in here. It tingles. My pain chimes, and the chimes echo.
It chafes at you, when the world you’re in is not yours. I don’t belong here, and Earth has no qualms about reminding me. Alien customs. Alien holidays. Alien people, but… not so much you.
It went away, the other day, when you touched me. Just for a second, I was full.
In that second, I felt so free. I felt so untethered. I felt like I could go and be anywhere as long as it was with you. So, not untethered. Re-tethered.
Sometimes I imagine there’s a string between us, and when I see you fidgeting with your fingers, it’s being pulled, looped and tied. I want you to make me into jewelry, to set me around your neck. I want to swing there, next to that gemstone you always wear. I want your heartbeat to warm my skin.
To be a vampire is to know that you are empty, and that other people fill you up.
Here you are, with all this vitality. If I soaked myself in it, if I tucked myself like a bunny rabbit into your arms, if I bottled up vials of flame to warm my bath and make my tea, would you even notice? I don’t want to hurt anyone. Sometimes I feel like I’m scraping away at the walls of a cave inside me, and one day my willpower will collapse. I keep shoring up my inhibitions.
Why does it feel like I’ve awoken from the most restful sleep of my life after talking to you? Why do I feel relieved when you brush my arm? I just want to close my eyes. I want to take off this disguise. I want to follow you.
God, I barely even know you.
This is so weird. I’m sorry.
Dear Aubrey,
I have one episode left of season five of Supernatural. I thought I’d take your advice about stopping there. And now I get the joke you made about chevy impalas!
Do you want to watch the last episode together?
Love,
Sincerely,
Yours,
Dani <3
PS: See on the back my drawing of Dr. Harris Bonkers :)
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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022
A/N: First, my sincerest apologies for not posting on Day 18 or 19. I had no WiFi and found out I had a bad router; I got a new one, and things are working okay now.
I was going to work on Day 18&19 and post them today, but that's not going to happen. So instead, I will be editing them and using them for Days 21 & 22. Doing this will put me back on track, and I can work on my Secret Santa Pitchmas gift.
I still plan to do something for Days 18 & 19 AFTER Christmas.
Day 20 - Secret Santa Crush
From Tumblr User Anonymous: Beca and Chloe are coworkers with huge crushes on each other. They get each other for office secret Santa and use it to tell each other they like them.
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Beca sat with her chin in her hand, staring at the empty desk across the room.
"Whatcha lookin' at, short stuff?" Fat Amy asked, bumping Beca's shoulder.
"Nothing," Beca said, settling back in her chair. "Um, have you seen Chloe?"
"She had an appointment this morning," Stacie said from behind Beca. "I heard her telling Aubrey yesterday. She'll be in later."
"Oh," Beca said.
"Are you finally going to ask her out?" Stacie whispered.
"No," Beca scoffed. "Why would you ask that?"
"Because your toner for her can be seen from space," Stacie said.
"I do not have a toner for Chloe," Beca said, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
"Good morning, Chloe," Beca heard Aubrey Posen say and straightened her posture.
"Good morning!" Chloe called out. As she passed Beca's desk, she said, "Hey, Becs!"
"Hey, uh, good morning, Chloe," Beca mumbled.
"Listen up, everyone," Aubrey said, clapping her hands to get their attention. "You may have noticed that the office Christmas tree is up, which means it's Secret Santa time!"
A few light cheers went up; Chloe was excitedly clapping and bouncing in her seat. Beca smiled at her. Chloe grinned back, causing Beca to avert her gaze and look at Aubrey.
"You know the drill," Aubrey continued. "Envelopes will be placed on the tree with a name inside. Then, you pick an envelope from the tree and buy that person a gift. We will have the gift exchange at the Christmas Party on December 23rd."
"What if we won't be here for the party?" Jesse asked. "I'm leaving that morning for Pennsylvania to spend Christmas with my family that morning."
"Then don't pick a name," Aubrey said. "The envelopes will be put in place on Friday, so let me know before then if you won't be here to participate. For everyone else, the gifts should be no more than forty dollars, and you can place them under the tree anytime before the party. Any questions?"
Aubrey looked around to see everyone shaking their heads.
"No?" Aubrey said. "Great. Get back to work. Chloe, may I see you in my office?"
"Sure," Chloe said, standing and following Aubrey.
Stacie rolled her chair over to Beca's desk.
"You should try and get Chloe's name for Secret Santa," Stacie said.
Beca looked at her. "How do you propose I do that? I mean, if I wanted to do that, how would I? No one knows whose name is in the envelope.
"I'll find out who got Chloe's name, and you can offer to trade with them," Stacie said. "I can always figure out who got who."
Chloe came out of Aubrey's office, and Beca watched her walk over and stop in front of her desk. Stacie smirked and rolled back over to her desk.
"Can I help you, Chloe?" Beca asked.
"I hope so," Chloe said. "Aubrey just asked me to head up the party committee, and I need some people to help with food, decorating, and stuff. I'm having a meeting in the conference room at two today to get things started. Would you be willing to volunteer to help?"
"Um, sure," Beca said. "I can do that."
"How about you, Stacie?" Chloe asked. "Could you help as well?"
"Sure," Stacie said. "I'll help."
"Great!" Chloe said with a beaming smile. "I'll write down some ideas I have, and we can discuss them at the meeting. Later, girls."
Beca couldn't help but smile as she watched Chloe practically skip back to her desk.
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
Chloe sat at her desk and smiled when she saw Beca looking at her. She smiled, and Beca quickly looked away, causing Chloe to frown.
"What is it about Beca that makes me so nervous about asking her out?" Chloe thought. "She seems to like me, too."
Chloe sighed, woke up her computer, and got lost in the weekly report she needed to run.
Chloe was so engrossed in her work that she lost all track of time.
"Chloe, are you coming to the meeting?" Stacie asked as she walked past Chloe's desk.
"What?" Chloe said. "It can't be two o'clock already."
"Afraid so," Stacie said.
Chloe stood and looked around. "Is Beca already in the conference room?"
"She went to lunch late," Stacie said. "But she said she'd see us in the meeting."
The two women entered the conference room to find Fat Amy and Jessica waiting for them.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Chloe said. "I got busy and lost track of time."
"Can we hurry this along," Fat Amy said. "I still have to finish my report."
"Right," Chloe said. "First, I want to thank you all-"
"Sorry, I'm late," Beca said as she hurried into the room.
"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said. "We just started."
Beca stood nervously to the side.
"Is everything okay?" Chloe asked.
"I, um, I saw you were busy and hadn't eaten lunch, so I brought you a sandwich from the diner," Beca said, holding a bag out to Chloe. "It's your usual."
"Aww," Stacie said. "That's so sweet."
Beca glared at Stacie.
"Thank you, Beca," Chloe said, hugging Beca. "This is very sweet of you."
Beca blushed and patted Chloe on the back. "You're welcome."
Chloe pulled back from the hug and looked at Beca. "How much do I owe you?"
"Don't worry about it," Beca said. "It's my treat."
"I'll get yours next time," Chloe said.
"Um, okay," Beca said.
Beca smiled as she went and sat down. She blushed and glared at Amy when Amy started making kissing noises at her.
"Okay, ladies," Chloe said, getting everyone's attention. "We don't have much time, so let's get started."
~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~
It was the day of the party, and Chloe was excited because "her party team" did an excellent job with everything. She called everyone over to her desk and handed them each an envelope.
"What's this?" Beca asked, looking at the envelope in her hand.
"It's just little something from me to say thank you for all your hard work on the party," Chloe said.
"You didn't have to do that, Chloe," Stacie said.
"But, I'm glad she did," Fat Amy said, holding up a gift card to the diner next door to their building.
"Did we all get the same thing?" Jessica asked, opening her envelope and looking inside. "We did."
"Let's plan to use our cards and have lunch together after the holidays," Stacie said.
The other girls agreed.
"As the party team's leader, Chloe should come with us," Beca said. Then, at Fat Amy's glare, Beca quickly added, "I'll pay for her lunch."
"In that case, you should join us, Red," Fat Amy said.
Chloe smiled and said, "I'd like that. Thank you, Beca."
Beca blushed, and Stacie grinned at her.
"Let's go, ladies," Chloe said, standing from her desk. "The party will start soon, and we need to do one more check to ensure everything's perfect."
The team made their way to the conference room where the party would be. Aubrey came in behind them.
"Chloe, you and your team did a great job," Aubrey said, looking around. "I'm impressed."
"Thank you, Aubrey," Chloe said.
Aubrey took Chloe's arm and led her to a corner where no one could overhear them.
"Are you ready for the Secret Santa?" Aubrey asked.
"Yeah, I am," Chloe said, grinning. "I just hope Beca likes it."
"I'm sure she will," Aubrey said. "Especially when she learns your part of the present."
Chloe was kept from responding as the rest of the employees started arriving for the party.
An hour later, Chloe was making the rounds.
"Amy, stop adding liquor to the punch," Chloe chastised the boisterous blonde. "We want to make sure everyone makes it home safely."
"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Fat Amy said with a two-finger salute.
Chloe then made her way over to Beca, who was providing the music.
"Hey, Beca," Chloe said, smiling. "I love the music you've put together."
"Thanks," Beca said.
"Aubrey's waving at me," Chloe said. "I think we're going to do the Secret Santa exchange soon, so after this song, cut the music."
"Okay," Beca said.
Chloe squeezed Beca's arm before walking over to stand with Aubrey. The song ended, and Beca paused the music.
"Okay, everyone," Aubrey called out. "Gather around; it's time for the Secret Santa exchange."
Everyone gathered around the tree. Amy handed Beca a drink as she joined her.
"Thank," Beca said, taking a sip. She grimaced at the amount of alcohol in the drink. "Sheesh, Amy, are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Shhh," Amy said, causing Beca to look at Aubrey and Chloe.
"First, I want to thank Chloe and her team for putting together such a wonderful party," Aubrey said, lightly clapping.
The partygoers clapped and cheered as well.
"Okay, settle down," Aubrey said. "Chloe will now explain how were are going distribute the Secret Santa gifts. Chloe?"
"Thank you, Aubrey," Chloe said. "I'll call you up one at a time and hand you your gift. You'll open it and see if you can guess who your Secret Santa is. Okay?"
"This is going to take forever," Bumper Allen said. "Let's just get our gifts and open them. Then our Secret Santa can tell us who they are whenever they want."
"Yeah." several voices call out.
"Okay," Chloe said, chuckling. "If that's how you want to do it. Go for it."
Everyone rushed to the tree and, amidst laughing and shoving, grabbed their gifts. Beca stood back to wait for an opportunity to find hers.
"Out of the way, flat butts," Fat Amy said, pushing her way to the front. "Aha! Got it."
Fat Amy pushed her way out of the crowd and returned to the drinks table. She opened her gift bag and pulled out a bottle of Tequila. She waved it around, cheering.
The partygoers finally moved away from the tree, and Beca found her gift among the last few still under the tree. She picked up Chloe's as well and walked over to her.
"Um, I know we're supposed to wait until you open your gift," Beca said. "But, I, um, I'm your Secret Santa."
"You are?" Chloe asked, genuinely surprised. "I'm your Secret Santa."
"Really?" Beca asked.
"I'm excited to see what you got me," Chloe said as she gently removed the paper from her gift. Once the paper was removed, she held a box. She opened the box and took out what was inside. "You bought me a ticket to the New Year's Eve Party at the Hilton?"
"Actually," Beca said. "I bought two. I was hoping-" Beca swallowed and ran a hand through her hair. "I like you, Chloe, and I was hoping you would allow me to be your date to the party."
"Open your gift, Beca," Chloe said, smiling.
Beca furrowed her brow and opened the gift.
"You got me the same thing," Beca said, holding up the single ticket.
"Yeah," Chloe said. "I like you, too. And I also bought two tickets, hoping I could be your date."
Beca laughed and pulled Chloe into a hug. "I'd love to be your date!"
"I'd love to be your date, too," Chloe said. Then, she pulled back from the hug and asked, "What are were going to do with the extra pair of tickets?"
Beca looked over to see Stacie flirting with Aubrey. She doesn't know how, but she guessed they had something to do with her and Chloe being each other's Secret Santa.
"I have an idea," Beca said, taking Chloe's hand. "Come with me."
Chloe let Beca lead her over to Stacie and Aubrey.
"How would you two like to go on a New Year's Eve double date with Chloe and me?"
"That's a great idea, Beca!" Chloe said, kissing her on the cheek. "What do you say, Aubrey? Are you finally going to grow a pair and ask Stacie out?"
"Yeah, Aubrey," Stacie said, smirking. "Are you finally going to grow a pair and ask me out?"
"Stacie," Aubrey said. "Would you-"
"Yes, I would!" Stacie said, pulling Aubrey into a kiss.
"We should-"
"Don't mind if we do," Chloe said, crashing her lips against Beca's.
Beca put her arms around Chloe and returned the kiss. Their kiss broke naturally, and Beca smiled at Chloe.
"I was going to say we should leave them alone," Beca said, causing Chloe's face to fall. "But I like your idea better."
Chloe smiled again as Beca smashed her lips into hers.
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